The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 23 of 36
Heywood, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.83 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Two royal armies then on both sides stand, To view this strange and dreadful Monomachy. Thy fall, Saturnian, adds to my renown: For by thy death I gain the Cretan Crown. Death is thy due, I find it in thy stars, Whilst our high name gives period to these wars. Never was Saturn deified till now, Nor found that perfectness the Gods enjoy. Heaven can assure no greater happiness Than I attain in sight of Iupiter, Oh my dear son, borne with my painful throws, And with the hazard of my life preserved, How well hast thou acquitted all my travels, In this thy last and famous victory? This tells me, that you royal King of Crete My father is: and that renowned Queen My mother: all which proves by circumstance, That 'tis but duty, that by me's achieved. Only you beauteous Lady stands apart, I know not how to style. 'Tis Iuno, and thy sister. Oh my stars! You seek to make immortal, Iupiter. Iuno is only happy in the fortunes, Of her renowned brother. Royal Saturn, If ever I deserved well as a victor, Or if my warlike deeds, yet bleeding new, And perfect both in eyes and memory May plead for me: Oh if I may obtain, As one that merits, or entreat of you, As one that owes; being titled now your son, Let me espouse fair Iuno: and bright Lady Let me exchange the name of sister with you And style you by a nearer name of wife. Oh be my spouse fair Iuno: 'Tis a name, I prize 'bove sister, if these grace the same. What is it I'll deny my Iupiter? she is thy own. I'll royalize thy nuptials With all the solemn triumphs Crete can yield. Epire shall add to these solemnities, And with a bounteous hand support these triumphs So all Arcadia shall. Then to our Palace Pass on in state, let all rarieties Shower down from heaven a largesse, that these bridals may exceed mortal pomp. March, March, and leave me To contemplate these joys, and to devise, How with best state this night to solemnize. Saturn at length is happy by his son, Whose matchless and unrivalled dignities Are without peer on earth, Oh joy, joy? corsive Worse than the throws of childbirth, or the tortures Of black Cimmerian darkness. Saturn, now Bethink thee of the Delphian Oracle: He shall his father's virtue first excel, Seize Crete, and after drive him down to hell. The first is passed: my virtues are exceeded: The last I will prevent, by force or treason. I'll work his ruin ere he grow too high. His stars have cast it, and the boy shall die. More sons I have, more crowns I cannot win, The Gods say he must die, and 'tis no sin.
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Two royall armies then on both sides stand, To view this strange and dreadfull Monomachy. Thy fall, Saturnian, addes to my renowne: For by thy death I gaine the Cretan Crowne. Death is thy due, I finde it in thy starres, Whil'st our high name giues period to these warres. Neuer was Saturne deifi'd till now, Nor found that perfectnesse the Gods enioy. Heauen can assure no greater happinesse Then I attaine in sight of Iupiter, Oh my deare son, borne with my painful throws, And with the hazard of my life preseru'd, How well hast thou acquitted all my trauels, In this thy last and famous victory? This tels me, that you royall King of Creet My father is: and that renowned Queene My mother: all which proues by circumstance, That 'tis but duty, that by me's atchieu'd. Onely you beauteous Lady stands apart, I know not how to stile. 'Tis Iuno, and thy sister. Oh my stars! You seeke to make immortall, Iupiter. Iuno is onely happy in the fortunes, Of her renowned brother. Royall Saturne, If euer I deseru'd well as a victor, Or if my warlike deedes, yet bleeding new, And perfect both in eyes and memory May pleade for me: Oh if I may obtaine, As one that merits, or intreate of you, As one that owes; being titled now your sonne, Let me espouse faire Iuno: and bright Lady Let me exchange the name of sister with you And stile you by a neerer name of wife. Oh be my spouse faire Iuno: 'Tis a name, I prise'boue sister, if these grace the same. What is it I'l deny my Iupiter? Shee is thy owne. I'l royalise thy nuptials With all the solemne triumphes Creet can yeeld. Epyre shall adde to these solemnities, And with a bounteous hand support these triumphs So all Archadia shall. Then to our Pallace Passe on in state, let all raryeties Showre downe from heauen a lardges, that these bridals may exceede mortall pompe. March, March, and leaue mee To contemplate these ioyes, and to deuise, How with best state this night to solemnize. Saturne at length is happy by his sonne, Whose matchlesse and vnriual'd dignities Are without peere on earth, Oh ioy, ioy? corsiue Worse then the throwes of child-birth, or the tortures Of blacke Cimmerian darkenesse. Saturne, now Bethinke thee of the Delphiun Oracle: He shall his fathers vertue first excell, Seise Creet, and after driue him downe to hell. The first is past: my vertues are exceeded: The last I will preuent, by force or treason. I'l worke his ruine 'ere he grow too hygh. His starres haue cast it, and the boy shall dy. More sonnes I haue, more crownes I cannot winne, The Gods say he must dy, and tis no sinne.